So it looks like on top of all of the other engagements that I have this weekend, all free moments are going to be spent working and those not spent working are going to be spent shopping which, the way I calculate it, means there's no time to sleep and even less time to breathe, especially in that panicky-I've-got-too-much-to-do-and-sense-a-heartattack-coming-on kind of breathing. I have lots of shopping that I need to do, dammit. All I've bought this week is magazines and blue-black (please note blue-black, not just any-old black) hairdye and some very cool handbag hooks (5 x for Christmas presents) and some other random little thingies. I actually need lots of big stuff!!! Like, this weekend! Who ever thought that I would be studying, working, trying to find time to shop and attempting to behave in the appropriate fashion for a wife and mother and also making nice with friends that I've neglected (yes, I am a crap friend, I believe this is not the first time I've mentioned it). WTF, WTF, WTF. Lmfao, perhaps a holiday can solve the hysteria?? No, highly unlikely.
Gotta dash, if I don't do my work no-one else will.
P.S. Shop like mad! There are really, truly sales absolutely everywhere!!!
